Prem Vivah

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Naina was adoring the portrait frame which was solely created by her man. She caressed the baby pink lips which looked more beautiful than the real ones. They looked raw yet juicy, unfiltered yet flawless, and simple yet elegant. Her fingers moved through the curls of her hair, then at her beautifully-sketched eyes, beholding the most serene sight. Her smile widened in sheer jubilance while sinking into the ocean of love and respect for Sameer for gifting her this piece of art.

Naina saw that this canvas was turned in front of the frame of Sameer which was kept on the table, and she told the girl sketched on the board with a fake angry look - "Oye Naina, aise dekh kar muskura mat mere Sameer pe, you know na woh sirf aur sirf mera hai, toh aaiyanda aise tahad na mat usko." Giggling at her stupidity of talking with a painting. She continued - "Haa haa, pata hai mujhe woh bahut handsome hai charming hai tu resist nahi kar paa rahi hai khud ko usko niharne se, but get one thing in your mind. Yeh ladka ab chaar din baad mera husband yani ke Permanent Jeevan Saathi banne wala hai, so better stay away from him, warna chodugi nahi tujhe."

Naina laughed gently hugging the portrait frame with a sweet smile.

But Suddenly her laughter disappear when she recalled some words which always pained her heart.

"Tum meri kuch nahi lagti, toh mujhse door hi raho."

"I can't understand why don't you just leave me alone?"

"Haa nahi karta main tumhe pasand, aur na kabhi karna chahuga, because I hate you deeply and intensely."

"Tum jaisi ladki se dosti karne se toh acha hai main humesha akela hi rahu."

"Tum mere saamne mat aaya karo, mujhe bahut gussa aata hai."

"Ek baat yaad rakhna, we can't be together, kabhi bhi nahi."

"Khud ko itni importance mat do Naina, tum sabki life me special nahi ho sakti ho."

"Stay away from me, or else I will end up hurting you."

"Tumhe pata hai, jab bhi main tumhe dekhta hoon na toh chehre par smile nahi balki intense nafrat aati hai."

"Go to hell and don't dare to talk to me."

"Haa tum pagal ho, sirf pagal hi nahi mannerless, badtameez aur sirdard bhi ho."

"Main jitni tumse nafrat karta hoon na trust me, aisi nafrat tumse koi kabhi nahi kar payega."

Her heart shivered when she remembered all his heartbreaking words and accusations on her in the initial days of their meeting, and goosebumps stroked her skin, making her feel prompt anger for her Rude-Man who left no stone unturned to make her hate him intensely, but guess what? Despite him behaving arrogantly and cruelly with her she never felt an ounce of disdain for him. She always felt there was some unknown strong connection between them which both of them wasn't able to comprehend. She experienced safety, comfort, warmth, and unaltered happiness around his daunting presence, and with time even Rude-Man started to melt in her love, transforming into a gentleman who started to care for her and talk to her with respect and decency.

Those days, those times, those moments, those momentary eye-locks, those accidental touches, and those unplanned meetings were truly remarkable. She still remembers how furious Sameer used to get after seeing her, and she always used to double the dose of his anger by asking him silly questions and teasing him with her childish antics.

Naina gently shook her head, smiling at the thought of how Love can change a person completely and make him a good human.

Thank God she too fell in love with Sameer aka Rude-Man at an accurate time, or else life without him would unquestionably have been boring and unexciting. He didn't just love her unconditionally but pampered her the most after her father and brother, gave her countless reasons to feel happiest and luckiest, made her feel special with his small yet considerate gestures, and always respected her choices, decisions, and thoughts before making an offensive comment on it.  Sameer is someone who she cannot afford to lose at any point. He has locked a permanent place for him in her heart and she is never going to let him be with someone else.